Lou Bird

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Change.”

So, there’s this dog. For reasons that are starting to become less and less important, she lives with us. She isn’t technically my dog. But, to a greater or lesser degree, we’ve bonded. We play together, eat together, she enjoys eating only my shoes, and even though I tried to stop it, this little girl, who I fondly refer to as “Lou Bird,” has stolen my heart.


However, at a little over a year and half, or somewhere thereabouts, she really is a tasmanian devil. She wants to dig, run, jump, fetch, chew on any and everything, and be right next to me at every single moment.

So, the photo above is a rare thing. Normally, her pictures reveal what I believe to be her true nature:


These two photos, together, show change for me. The little hellion in the bottom picture is slowly beginning to grow up, and soon pictures such as the top photo will be more common. It is both reassuring and heart-breaking, for this little dog who I wish would nap for more than an hour at a time, will one day no longer want to chase the ball.

Her breed (Kelpie) lives to be an average of fourteen years old, so I’m not sure how much she is slowing down, but it is a wonderful treat to be able to observe her grow.

(I really hope she stops chewing on my shoes soon, though. I’m starting to run low.)


Sunday Night

In America, Sunday is the beginning of the week. In England (and perhaps in other countries that I simply am not aware of), Sunday is the last, beautiful, and most glorious day of the week.

Now, I have definitely already admitted to missing England, but I’ll do it again. I miss the Sunday Roasts, the grey, overcast sky, the low clouds, the brisk air, the lush green foliage nearly everywhere, and, of course, my dad and dog.

But tonight, as I prepare to end my week and begin a new one, I look over to see my dearest Jude, laying so:


Although this may just be something to console me, I think he may know that tomorrow is Monday, the busy 5-day stretch will start, and I will be at home with him less. Less playing, less cookies, less kisses.

Believe me, Jude, I wish I could stay home with you all day, too.

How Time Flies

A little over a month ago, I shared a post titled something along the lines of Shameless Self-Promotion. I had just set up my Fine Art America account, and I couldn’t wait to see what the coming weeks would bring.

Now, a little over a month later, my account officially has over 750 views (!). In all honesty, this really is nothing even moderately successful. There are other members that have tens of thousands of views, but I’m very content with how well my page has done, and am looking to continue!

In order to celebrate, because every modest moment is an opportunity to celebrate, I’ve decided to do a limited time promotion on my three favorite pieces:

Click here! Also, to check out the first post this picture was featured in, click on this one instead!
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These are available to ship world wide, but you have to act fast– these deals end on October 1 at 11:59 PM PST!

Every few hundred views, I will do something along these lines, so keep your eyes peeled for more!

In the meantime, check back for more lunchbox adventures and weekly photo challenge responses!

Lunch at Home

Somedays, I end up home sooner than anticipated, meaning my lunch could just be set aside for another day.

Instead, Jude and I took the opportunity to sit outside and enjoy that San Diego sunshine.
IMG_2519 He was actually very model-esque, showing off his physique and profile…
… for about two minutes. Then he had to go bark at the neighbors (naturally).

Happy Thursday!

Late Celebration!

Claymore, who is terribly enthusiastic about my WordPress accomplishments (or perhaps not so much).

Yesterday, I unknowingly published my 50th post on WordPress, which is an achievement in and of itself!, but I also had my BEST day for likes yesterday, with a monstrous 20 likes!

Here’s to a better-late-than-never celebration of these modest achievements in the hope that many more are to come!


Dew Drops

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Monochromatic.”

This week’s blog challenge was straightforward as I read through it: post a picture that only has one color. My first though, perhaps naturally, was to take a picture, apply a black and white filter, and move on with my life.

But that didn’t quite feel right. These challenges are designed to encourage me to grow as a photographer, not just as assignments to be completed.

I wanted to find a way to incorporate more than one color into an image, when I stumbled on this ol’ beauty:


This was taken along the River Kennet in Marlborough, Wiltshire. I originally was going to display it in my Blooms Along the River Kennet posts, but seeing as the blooms weren’t the focus, I decided to wait until the right opportunity arose, and I am truly glad that I did.

As I look at this picture in a more reflective light, I am absolutely stunned. The greens of a relatively mundane patch of grass are vibrant as they hum with life. The dew drops along the single blade of grass reflect a wide variety of colors, from pink to blue, with yellows, oranges, and even purples within every single droplet. Little white flowers seem to echo the green of their neighboring stalks, and the blade of grass dying, just to the left of the one supporting the water, has begun to decay, and now reveals the brown within the green.

Nature really is something special, if you let it be.

Drumroll, Please!

Sometimes, inspiration can be a bit challenging to find. He’s an elusive, mysterious, and generally difficult beast, who can persuade the unwary into spending many hours in futile attempt to ensnare him…

… but the joke’s on him! I’ve got ’em!

This summer, at the local Asda, I found perhaps the coolest lunchbox ever:

Photo of Satchel lunchbox from here

There was a relatively steep price tag attached to this bag, though, and due to that, my dad requested he see pictures of every where I take the bag, and thus a new series was created!

Although I make no promises of how often the bag will be featured, I am hoping to showcase the bag in various locations (perhaps even with different people?) about once a week.

Today’s image, seeing as it is the first post of it’s kind, is from my first day back on campus:


For those of you who are familiar with USD, this is on one of the benches in the courtyard between Founder’s and Camino Hall. It was a gorgeous day, and is a great way to begin this series!

Stay tuned for more Lunchbox Adventures!